This novel follows the painting of the picture of Dorian Gray and how it changed him forever. Because everything he did, instead of marring how he looked, was reflected in the picture. The destruction of his soul.
How did I know this was written by Oscar Wilde?
A better question: how did I know this was written by the same author who wrote The Importance of Being Ernest? Simple: the writing style.
If you have ever wanted to read a book where the actual plot line is hidden between prose and an insane amount of references that would have been easy to pick up then but make reading it today muddled, this is a good book.
Which isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy it; in fact, I did. But it was a little slow going at times. Because the juxtaposition of what Dorian Gray what collecting/learning/doing had very little to do with the plot of what was going on, other than to build up his backstory. Because the first good chunk of this story, okay, the second chunk, is backstory.
I am glad I read this book, and would read it again if I was looking to write an essay.
But I am not.
If you want to read more classics, would like a look at the soul, or just some historical fiction, I would recommend this novel.
Don’t read it if you want a love story. K?
Because Dorian is a terrible person.